Clarissa ignored the phone three times, but the same secure number kept calling back. She didn’t have time for whatever their problem was.
She’d rushed from the George Hotel back to the CIA…for nothing.
Almost nothing.
Knowing that it involved Saudi Arabia hadn’t helped them unravel where the attack might be targeted. The fact that it might include Senator Hunter Ramson and his connections with foreign arms sales had added no illumination whatsoever.
However, the cyber twins had picked apart one piece of the chatter.
Burn the fields. A text between cell phones twenty minutes ago allowed them to pin down a possible location a mere forty miles northwest of DC.
Burn the fields. She’d wanted to dismiss it, as there was nothing on the ground there but the outermost edge of DC bedroom comm
